Poem: Right As It Gets

 

Right As It Gets

 

beneath a beautiful, blindfolded woman

cookie-cutter politicians 

gather votes by casting hate.

to confront the scene is to falter.

truth cannot slay the tricky verbal mindlock, 

one hell of a sophistic wall.

yes, no,

logic is no defense.

will anything less than civil war 

accomplish anything?

maybe a path exists  

somewhere among the torturous mindfield 

of stubborn, stupid egos.

does truth lie broken somewhere 

in some unlikely ditch?

 

no one is going to find 

the corpse of compromise lost; 

for the spittle-prone politicians

are as righteous as it gets, always so right,

never wrong.

hail, these firebranded fire-eaters.

hail, these able stewards, so right,

always so right. 

called to carry the divine torch 

through the very darkness they spread.

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7/26 more procrustean mods

8/28/25 heavy mods ... Procrustes would be proud

6/20/24 ... mods . lots of mods

3/29 ... better poem now, more mods

3/24/23  ... major changes .. tried to take the confused POV out of the poem 

12/21 ... significant mods to the poem in the "stewards" stanza

Still grading papers...